It's 4:30am. Coffee is on.

I slept for a little while but crazy dreams woke me up. Watching amateur porn (though starring Colin Farrell) before bed is not conducive to peaceful sleep.

Yeah, not even going to get into it.

I need a new hobby.

(*snort* - I typo'd "hubby" instead of "hobby"; Freudian much?)

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So. College. I'm considering it.

I'm also considering some purple streaks in my hair.

Considering lots of other similar important stuff, too.

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Turns out I'm a fan of misogynist rock. Or I'm a misogynist who likes rock? One of the two.

(Also turns out it takes me three tries to spell "misogynist" at this time of night. Morning. Whatev.)

What started out as just funny now effects (affects? *rolls eyes* Told you. I wouldn't get this one right no matter what time of day) me differently. heh.

Buckcherry's Crazy Bitch (6.02MB)

Do NOT listen to this at work, or near kids. Please. I have enough feminists wanting to kick my ass.

This is not the kind of song most women would want to have written about them. I say 'most' because being called a crazy bitch is probably not flattering.

In most contexts.

I did mention misogynist?

Then I'll leave it at that.

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more later.